The Gifts of His Child
Father, Thy son came down this blessed day
Let our hearts kneel down here where he lay,
To stop a moment here and gaze upon his lovely face –
A babe born new with eyes that shine as day
A moment dear heart – quiet thy roaming renditions
Silence all others – Peace lies here! – be still,
The Father’s gift to us is come – Adore him!
Receive his beauty and light – O mountain, thou hill!
The light to us is come to fill our hearts
With hope and joy; O come together and see,
What the Christ-Child brings us – see his arms
Are reaching and flowing with love for you and for me.
Hearts – leave behind now the old ways;
Behold here, the new – as fresh and as radiant as these
The eyes of this child – let us also see life anew
How do thy eyes, Child, look on the world, if you please?
Heart of a child – come to us Lord, we pray
Thy child’s laughter – this joy let us share;
Where comes this glad smile, this shimmering eye; and this heart
Readily open to others, enfolding them there
Mind of our Christ, pure child – into our minds
Impart Thy gift of sight, Thy light makes new
Loving and playful, yet longing and praying too
Thy joyfulness and labor entwined in Thy sweet Spirit’s brew
O Spirit born of the Father, whose Holy winds blow –
What music falls on thy ear, what strains swell your heart,
And lifts you into God’s sweet song? Let us hear it,
O Love – we pray, pierce us with Spirit-Song’s dart
Father – the gifts of Thy Christ / are Thy Child Himself
A child, and yet without flaw; all perfectly sees,
He does not miss the tears for the joy, for all things
He holds, from wisps of the grass to the largest of trees
Infinite wisdom and love shine from his eyes,
He grew from babe to a man, and yet without loss;
He did not lose beauty for sorrow, nor softness for war
Virtues held as stars cannot be dimmed by a cross
So here at thy cradle sweet Child, let us be reborn
Renewed by Thy Truth let the old fall away from our soul
Lift us by Spirit’s sweet song that sings and that calls
All of God’s children to life; making us whole
Lift us from sorrow to joy, from weak into strong
From tired into triumphant, to right out of wrong,
From toil into Holy Labor – secret life of the world
Of this fall and this death be born Thy Eternal Song.
~ Beth Francis 🌸
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Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?